The Mystic Forest

Chapter 2

     He held his breath & was shocked at the sight, there laid an injured creature that he assumed was an animal. Peter hurried over, forgetting about Marjorie for a split second, and bent down. "Can you understand me?" He asked softly, and began to examine the wounds on the animal's body. Mar slowly crept up behind him, shocked at the thing she saw before her eyes. "I-Is that a dragon?" She exclaimed in disbelief, her brother shrugged, "it sure looks like one...I think it understands us, but it's in too much pain to really interact. Marjorie, go fetch me the soap & washrag." Peter ordered, and eyed the gouges warily. 

Marjorie sped off as fast as her legs could carry her. The animal looked like a large reptile, only with blue leather-textured flesh, ears, & a dark blue mane of sort. 

She came back with a bucket full of water, a bar of soap, & a clean cloth for washing. Mar set them down near him, and blinked, "is it still here with us?" "Yes, but the animal's breathe is shallow, I think if it was left without disinfectant, it might have gotten an infection & died," he replied shortly, and grabbed the soap, and dunked it into the water a few times, after that, Peter began to scrub the wounds gently, surprisingly, the animal didn't wail in pain, almost as if it understood these people were trying to help it feel better. Peter gasped as soon as he realized this creature was not loosing a single drop of blood. In fact, he almost dropped the soap on the gritty dirt. Marjorie noticed, and scolded him for not being careful. "Shh, be quiet, you might scare him," he sighed, and she shut her mouth almost instantly. He wrapped cloth around the deepest cut.

Peter carefully slid his hands underneath of the dragon's body, and stood up with the creature secure in his arms. "Mar, please pick up the bucket & soap." She obliged, and began to follow her brother to their small, unsafe home. "Mar...where should we set him down?" He asked, deciding to call the creature a male for now. She thought for a moment, "What about in the extra room?" He nodded, suddenly embarrassed that he didn't think of that himself. The he-dragon yawned, and fell asleep soon after.

Once they were inside of the run-down place they call "home", after he walked through the kitchen, Peter took a sharp left, and came face-to-face with a white door. He managed to open it without awaking the animal in his arms, and walked inside. Peter placed him on the dusty bed and sighed. "Mar, watch over him & the house, I'll be out hunting," he said, and pulled the bow out form his bag that was located on his back. "Okay, Pete, go on, he'll be fine with me," she assured, and watched as her brother left the house. 

Peter inhaled deeply once he was outside, it smelled of rainwater & grass. 'Hmm, what do dragons eat?' He wondered, after thinking about it for a few moments, he settled on a simple water vole. Peter walked towards the river & waited. Soon enough, a plump rodent waddled out of a bush, oblivious of his presence. Peter placed an arrow on the string of his bow and held in his breath, focusing. The vole was roughly about  15 feet away. Peter let go, and it hit the poor thing in the side, the arrow impaled through its side and out the other. He walked over, and bent down, mumbling his thanks, Peter picked the limp creature, and stood up. 

Peter was now walking home with the catches of the day, in hand. He had tried to get a deer, and missed, looks like he's better at hunting small game. The house was in view, and he hurried over. "Mar, I'm home," he greeted tiredly, standing in the doorway. No response. Peter frowned instantly, and entered the guest bedroom in a hurried-like manner. There laid both the dragon & his sister, both fast asleep, he couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of him. Deciding to let them sleep, Peter shut the door as quietly as he could, and walked outside. He gathered some twigs & dry grass together a bit away from the "cozy" home of theirs, and used his flint rock to ignite the fire. He picked up the bodies, cleaned & dressed them, then began to roast a few pieces of flesh at a time. 

The Mystic Forest

The Mystic Forest

CHAPTER 1

     There was once a forest around in the Renaissance time period, it was far off from any town or village. Now, people were not aware of what lurked about there, dragons, fairies, almost anything you could imagine. Ah, most of the forest was full of harmless creatures, but yet, there was still a few hostiles as well. This forest had been hidden for decades, until they found it. Who are they you ask? Why, continue reading to find out.

"Wake up, Peter!" Yelled young Marjorie, who was Peter's little sister. She had lush, curly, brown waves of hair, bright blue eyes, and fair skin. Peter sat up groggily, and rubbed his eyes. "What is it, Mar?" He asked with a bit of irritation, she smiled. "Why, it's your birthday, silly!" The eight year old exclaimed. Her brother's eyes widened, fully awake now, he swung his feet over the side of the bed. A grin worked its way upon his face, "it is, isn't it?" Marjorie simply nodded, and waited for him to stand up. "Do you feel different, since you are older?" "I'm fourteen now...but I don't feel any different," he chuckled, and ruffled her hair. Marjorie scowled slightly, and pushed away his hand. He smirked, and stood up, Peter ushered her out of his room, and got dressed. 

Peter put on a green undershirt, a leather tunic, old worn pants, & scuffed up boots. He also wore a leather belt that contained hidden pockets to hide small weapons. On his back, he wore a bag full of homemade arrows. Peter slipped on some leather finger-less gloves that reach to his forearms, and grabbed his bow right before he left the bedroom. He was once again, greeted by Marjorie, and she comments on how handsome he looked. 

"Are you ready for some breakfast?" She asked, a hopeful shine glimmering in her eyes, he looked at her in confusion. "Mar, you made me something to eat?" He asked, she smiled brightly, "yes I did! Here, let me go grab the platter!" She skipped over to the old table, and carefully brought it back to him. Peter looked down at his plate and smiled, on it, wild berries & a small loaf of bread. "I haven't had bread in a while, thank you," he said happily, Marjorie's eyes lite up, and she looked quite proud. "Have you eaten yet?" He asked. She shook her head, "No, I haven't, I used all of the things in our cupboard to make you that bread...But I'm not hungry at all!" Marjorie lied through her teeth, to be honest, she was starving. Peter tore off a big hunk of his bread off the loaf, and handed it to her. 

"B-But, you must eat a healthy meal, for goodness sake, it's your birthday!" She insisted, louder than intended. Peter chuckled, "since you made it for me, that's the least I can give to you in return. Please eat, we're going exploring today." That seemed to convince her, and she warily began to eat the delicious homemade bread. Peter soon finished his meal, and sat it down on the table. "Now, Marjorie, try to stay close to me this time, if you don't, something may eat you," he warned, she squeaked, and nodded her head frantically. Peter grinned to himself, and walked towards the front door. Both of them exited the small abandoned house, and Peter pulled out a compass. "Mar, look at the map," he instructed, she did as she was told, and pulled out a hand-drawn map, that had much detail. "We're heading northwest this time, so we'll go between the rocky path and the fallen oak." Peter explained while pointing at certain spots on the paper, then he began to walk towards that direction, Marjorie followed eagerly, and held map tightly. 

About halfway to the new land, they both heard a blood-curdling scream, now it didn't sound human, but more animal like. Marjorie shivered, "Peter, what was-" "Be quiet!" He snapped, and looked towards the direction of the cry. Little did they know that something - or more so, someone, was keeping a close eye on the duo. Peter squinted his eyes, trying to focus in the distance, but failed miserably. Marjorie took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes in fear.

"Mar, let's go to it," he whispered lowly, Peter crouched down, and began to slowly sneak over for a glimpse. She let out a shaky breath, and hurried after. 

((I know this chapter is rather short, but here it is. ^^" ~Elizabeth))

     

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